The way I have been telling this: Friday morning I tried to ungulate the verb “to drive”.
I was driving home to load the car with luggage, Othello, and Bridgette, when a deer bounded out of a bushy fir tree and dashed across the road. I had a few car lengths to slow down a bit, which left me with the hood crumpled, a headlight out of alignment and out of order, the grill mounting sheared, and a tiny buckling in the frame. The deer kept going. Tough critter.
It’s probably just as well, in spite of my animosity for all things deer-shaped, that it was well enough to leave the area. There really wasn’t time to learn to clean and dress the carcass, if it had been considerate enough to leave one, and still get to Orycon. I’m just pleased the car was still operable.
Best of all, the care worked well enough to get us to our date with smokeyal8r in a timely fashion.
Hmmm… I’m thinking it’s revenge for all the naked stone peltings. 😀
Yeah, well, I’m throwing cars now, so it’d better be watching out….
Deer jerky is yummy!!
Deer jerky is still mobile! Damned quick, too, even with a Geo Prism-shaped bruise on its ass.
You shoulda chased him, deer jerky is worth the effort.
Ah, but I had a con to go to, and a daughter to commune with. The con wasn’t what it could be, but seeing the daughter was worth missing out on jerky.
Alright,alright…you win 🙂